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liberté ou la mor
Gouge my eyes
Flay my skin
Stitch it up with mortal sin
Eat my flesh
Grind my bones
Cover me in crimson tones
No longer are we
The Land of The Free
Put self,
before sweet Liberty
Extinguish my torch
Extinguish the light
As we all ‘go gentle
into that good night’
Wednesday 5th March 2025 12:40 pm
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